Promised cures for every manSnake oil and circusesYou can get to heaven, yes you canSo judge the books by their surfacesSomeone's taking care of businessThe market place is doing fineAs long there's no witnessHow can there be a crimeThe illusion is lastingSuch beautiful maskingWe hold it in our armsIt's all just varying degrees of con-artistryBut no one seems alarmedNo one seems alarmedI'll promise love without endI'll believe myself, if I canAnd like a baby soft and helplessI won't ask questionsThe illusion is lastingSuch beautiful maskingWe hold it in our armsIt's all just varying degrees of con-artistryBut no one seems to mindNo one seems to mind